On the field full of hope, everyone is in full swing.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and everyone is not tired, and there are still talking and laughing.

Someone is harvesting; Someone is threshing; Some people picked up the rice on the official road and sent it back to the village barn; Someone has been stripped of the straw to bundle up for drying, this is also a way, just tie the bottom of the rice ear, after the bundle is a stroke to spread it out and stand, the tied straw is like a slim little girl, standing in the field after harvesting, enjoying the sunshine.

In addition to being convenient for drying, the bundled straw is also convenient to pick up back to the village, and then pile it into a cylindrical stack of firewood, which can be taken home one by one to make firewood.

And such a firewood stack can be piled directly outside, and it is not afraid of rain, but it will only wet the top layer, so you don't have to worry about the firewood room at home is not enough.

When you want to use it, just drag some stoves at home and pile them up, which is very convenient for making a fire.

Therefore, after the autumn harvest, there are "scarecrows" standing in the fields.

In autumn, the wind is strong, and you can generally pick it up and pile it up after a few days of drying, but the summer harvest is not good, and this time it is not good, because after the summer harvest, you have to immediately turn over the ground and prepare for planting seedlings, and this time it is the same.

When the harvest is complete, the straw must be picked back to the village to dry, and then the ground will be turned, fertilized, and ready to be planted.

Weak Xuan is an idle person, although she has lived for a hundred years, she is still a child, she is tired of wielding a sickle, so she ran to the children's pile to bundle straw, tied it for a while, and played with the children in the village for a while, she felt that it was not fun again, so she ran to threshing.

At this time, there was no threshing machine, and threshing was done by beating the ears of rice to the edge of the barrel and knocking the rice down.

The barrel is surrounded by a bamboo or straw mat to prevent the rice from flying around and wasting it.

It's a very strenuous job, it's not something that a child can do, it's usually a man's job.

But the adults are all spoiled by Xuan, and she is up to her to do whatever she wants, protect her, and even help her abuse.

A small person is shorter than a wooden barrel, not to mention strength, where is it high enough for threshing?

She wanted to say "Brother Xuanyuan hug", and then found that the omnipotent Xuanyuan Shenjun was also as tall as a wooden barrel.

She immediately stretched out her hands to the villagers who were threshing: "Uncle Da Shu, can you hold Xuanbao and thresh?" ”

followed behind her and protected Xuanyuan Que, who was too short for most of the day: "......"

"Haha, good!" Feng Shusen picked up weak Xuan.

Then Xuanyuan Que watched as Uncle Dashu, who was commanding her by weak Xuan, picked up a small bundle of rice and threw it into the barrel.

The strength was not enough, and a few grains of rice were not thrown off at all.

Then Weak Xuan exerted her strength to eat milk and shook the rice ears hard!

As a result, he threw himself out and plunged headlong into the barrel!

Distractedly, he glanced at Xuanyuan Que of the Demon Venerable: "......"

Feng Shusen didn't expect Weak Xuan to be so hard, and he threw the rice for a long time, his hands were a little soft, and Weak Xuan was chubby, and he was already relatively heavy, so he didn't hold it steady.

He tried to save it, but he didn't succeed, but he really tried!

Weak Xuan's two little short legs kicked and kicked at the sky.

Feng Shusen hurriedly grabbed the two little short legs, and pulled the weak Xuan out of the pile of rice in the wooden barrel like a turnip.

He asked nervously, "Is Xuanbao okay?" It doesn't hurt! I'm sorry, Uncle Big Tree didn't hold it tight for a while. ”

Weak Xuan's hair was stained with straw and rice, and she also ate a mouthful of rice, she spit out the rice in her mouth and exhaled: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt to fall into the grain." ”

Does it hurt or not, it's just a little itchy, woo, Uncle Big Tree grows tall and mighty, why can't he even hold a flower?

It must be too empty, it's really empty.

Feng Shusen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Xuanbao, don't thresh, go and tie up the straw!" The sisters and brothers in the village are tying straw and playing peek-a-boo. ”

"Okay!" Weak Xuan responded with a smile, Uncle Dashu was so unreliable that he couldn't even hold her, for the sake of his life, Weak Xuan decided not to play with him!

Then he stretched out his hands to Xuanyuan Que: "Brother Xuanyuan hug." ”

Feng Shusen wanted to say that Xuanyuan was so small that he couldn't hold her.

Then he saw Xuanyuan Que easily take Weak Xuan away!

Weak Xuan returned to Xuanyuan Que's arms, and finally felt safe, "Brother Xuanyuan is still holding it steadily, Uncle Dashu's strength is too small!" ”

Feng Shusen: "......"

When Xuanyuan Que hugged her away, weak Xuan said again: "Brother Xuanyuan, my face is so itchy, you can help me wipe it." ”

Xuanyuan Que could only put her down, and took out a handkerchief to help her wipe her face and clean the fine straw and millet from her hair.

Weak Xuan looked at the little white dog chasing a black dog, and was a little puzzled: "That dog offended the Demon Zun?" He's been chasing that big black dog for a long time! ”

Xuanyuan Que said lightly: "No." ”

"Then why is the Demon Venerable chasing that black dog?"

"He wants to have pups."

Weak Xuan: "......"

Demon Venerable Little White Dog: "......"

He's not!

He doesn't want it!

Don't talk nonsense!

His piglets haven't even been born yet!

The Demon Venerable was so frightened that he barked at Xuanyuan Que indiscriminately, and then the big black dog didn't understand why the Demon Venerable didn't play with him, so he took the initiative to run to the Mozun to find it to play.

The little white dog of the Demon Venerable was so frightened that he quickly ran away.

Seeing this, the big black dog chased after him excitedly, and directly knocked down the small body of the Demon Venerable.

Demon Venerable Little White Dog: "......"

Oh, my God!

Let's kill it with thunder!

At dusk, the sun is gentle, and even the wind is gentle.

Seeing that the time was not early, Lei Pozi said to everyone: "Okay, I will receive it here today, everyone will eat first, and after eating, we will have to trouble everyone to thresh the rice harvested." ”

Threshing has always had people taking turns to do it.

It's just that threshing is harder and more physically demanding than cutting, so it's much slower.

The cut rice has been piled up into hill after hill, waiting to be threshed.

The weak family asked a person in the village who often cooks meals to help him cook and send them to the field.

Dried rice, stir-fried pork slices with mushrooms, sauerkraut and white meat, braised tofu, and egg and spinach soup, this meal is very hearty, and it is better than going to the landlord's house to eat as a helper.

Everyone ran over smelling the smell of rice.

When Weak Xuan heard about eating, she quickly put down the sickle, she was tired after a busy day and a day of playing, and she didn't want to walk, so she said to the little people beside her:

"Brother Xuanyuan hug."

Xuanyuan Que turned his back expressionlessly and squatted down slightly.

Weak Xuan immediately happily went up.

In fact, Xuanyuan Que was also tired.

At the end of the day, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he was very tired, mainly because his heart was tired, his body was not tired, and his heart was tired!

This flower is especially capable of tossing people!

In order to protect her and wait for her, all spiritual power was consumed today.

He watched the two of them harvest rice for half a day before harvesting a small piece of land, and he was a little helpless.

He obviously used a small spell to harvest all the rice in the field, and it didn't cost any spiritual power, why did he have to exhaust his spiritual power to collect such a foothold?

However, looking at the other children's faces, hands, and dirty clothes, only the little face of the weak Xuan is white and clean, slippery, still clean, and there is not a single hair messy, you can know how well someone has taken care of her.